Diary, Mar/Apr 1662/63

dissent from him in matter of Indulgence, which are very good quite
through, and which I was glad to hear. Thence to my Lord Sandwich, who
continues with a great cold, locked up; and, being alone, we fell into
discourse of my uncle the Captain's death and estate, and I took the
opportunity of telling my Lord how matters stand, and read his will, and
told him all, what a poor estate he hath left, at all which he wonders
strangely, which he may well do. Thence after singing some new tunes
with W. Howe I walked home, whither came Will. Joyce, whom I have not
seen here a great while, nor desire it a great while again, he is so
impertinent a coxcomb, and yet good natured, and mightily concerned for
my brother's late folly in his late wooing at the charge to no purpose,
nor could in any probability a it. He gone, we all to bed, without
prayers, it being washing day to-morrow.

2nd. Up early and by water with Commissioner Pett to Deptford, and there
took the Jemmy yacht (that the King and the Lords virtuoso